Well, following the disaster that was getting to his talk and being turned away, it turned out the Italian restaurant we went to was really nice, and that following a couple of beers the entire thing seemed quite funny. Anyway we managed to finish dinner quick enough to get back to the Oxford Union with enough time to have a drink at the bar and then queue up for the signing session.
Daz said something profound about the need for a rational voice in this day and age, and kept his tongue about the Allied Atheist Alliance, sea otters and Mrs Garrison. I figured he’d heard it all before so just said thankyou to him for signing his book and asked politely if he would mind posing for a photo.
So here’s a really naff photo from my camera phone of Richard Dawkins and my bodyless head, the only proof of our strange outing to Oxford.